So... Guns at Twenty Paces or the Joust?

One day, I noticed that Overshare kept walking past my office. More than normal. And she wasn’t stopping by to overshare, either. Finally, towards the end of the day, I ran into her in the hallway outside my office.

Anonymous: What have you been doing all day?
Overshare: What do you mean?
Anonymous: Why have you been walking by my office all day?
Overshare: Shhh…. TSS will hear you. [half-pushes, half-herds me into my own office and shuts the door.] I’m spying on TSS.
Anonymous: What?
Overshare: I’m spying on TSS.
Anonymous: Why?
Overshare: Because I’ve heard her on the phone the past few days, planning a party for her sorority.
Anonymous: Really?
Overshare: Yeah, and she got a fax too, from the restaurant downstairs.
Anonymous: Why there? She lives an hour away!
Overshare: I know, I can’t explain the logic either.

Need I say anything about how much I wanted to breakdown at that moment? The very idea that Overshare has any ground to questions someone else’s logic… it’s enough to give me a cramp in my side from laughing.

Overshare: So I’ve been walking by her office every half hour or so—she’s totally working on this party! All day long!! I can’t believe it.

This from the woman who waited to call the police until the day after a confrontation with Swedish Nanny because she knew it’d be slow at work.

Overshare: I’m going to start documenting all of this stuff, so that I can show Boss Man.

And that, dear friends, is the sound of a gauntlet being thrown down. Forget applying for a promotion, forget trying to make the best of things, oh no. I think that, if there’s one thing we can say about Overshare, it’s that she never, ever, does things the easy way.